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If somebody asked you to surrender |
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and that was the only way to win |
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If somebody offered you the freedom to open your mind again |
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would you take that flight |
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would you walk right in |
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So meet me down at the bottom line |
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and open my heart with your hands |
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and we'll hear the sound of pretenses falling |
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and find where the truth has been |
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down at the bottom line |
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If somebody led you to the water |
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If somebody taught you (right?) how to swim |
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If somebody took your doubt and turned it out |
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and then you could breathe again |
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would you take that chance |
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would you dive right in |
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So meet me down at the bottom line |
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and open my heart with your hands |
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and we'll hear the sound of pretenses falling |
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and find where the truth has been |
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down at the bottom line |
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what if the wind blows |
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the cradle will fall |
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what if the wise man knows nothing at all |
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we justify |
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we crucify |
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but we don't have the balls to cry |
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So meet me down at the bottom line |
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and open my heart with your hands |
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and we'll hear the sound of pretenses falling |
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and find where the truth has been |
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down at the bottom line |
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that's where we'll go |
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where truth always flows |